When your curled in bed and they come knocking on your window will you make it? Short story based on my own paranoia. http://www.flickr.com/photos/43546466@N00/503506218 find the picture here. Minor changes made.
A beating heart. With each thump it lights up an eerie red, shooting the same light through the thin veins that coats the home. With every pump the sound pounds in their ears, growing louder or softer. A deadly game of hot and cold, but how will they survive the houses horrors and toxic blood? With the ceiling's mirro...